
That’s not how this works. That’s not how any of this works.
There’s been a lot of pearl-clutching and panty twisting lately on the subject of free speech, and whether the concept is dead, dying, or on life support.

This guarantee was seen as so important, so foundational, it is the very first freedom promised by the US Constitution. It, along with freedom of religion, freedom of the press, and the right to peacefully gather make up the first amendment of the US constitution. The founding fathers, fresh from colonialism, revolt, occupation, and war decided these rights should be made paramount. The very first of the bill of rights.

I know, Gentle Reader, that you are a scholar in the way of civics and have a full understanding of the right to free speech and how it applies to US citizens and implications thereof.
But sadly, not everyone does.

And even though the majority of us are under a stay at home order, unless you literally live under a rock, you will hear of or read of someone decrying the “assault” on free speech. They are convinced and try to convince you that unless we as a nation vote for a certain party, or watch a certain channel, or listen to a specific talking head, we are surely headed for calamity.

Much of the time, though, these Constitutional Cassandras have it all wrong.
If a CEO loses it on Twitter and uses those 280 characters to vent his hateful spleen and disparage women, or a has-been comedian tells a racist joke, or a sportscaster lectures followers according to the beliefs of his very judgy religion, they are gonna catch it.

They’re going to hear about it from everybody with a keyboard. They or their product might be boycotted by the offended. There’s a really good chance they’re going to be unemployed by dinnertime the next day.

But what they’re not going to be, is imprisoned by the government.
Because they didn’t break the law.
What about the blow-back from employers and the rest of the offended?

Those are the very legal consequences of private companies and the reaction of private citizens. And all of these are themselves a type of free speech.
Every person in this country can say the most offensive, hateful, and downright jerky thing they care to say—free of criminal repercussions. That, my friends, is how free speech works.

Another scenario: after eons of suffering oppression, suppression, and/or repression, a marginalized group and their supporters have had enough and protest.
They march. They chant. They carry signs, posters, and banners. They make lots of noise in order to get lots of attention, with the intent to change the status quo. They challenge authority and speak their truth to power—peacefully.

They are not anarchists, or thugs, or vandals. They are citizens exercising their right to freedom of speech. You might not agree with them, you might hate or fear them. But they are not mobs breaking the law by just speaking out.
Each one of us hears or reads opinions we don’t like every day. There are plenty of people with a website, microphone, or bully pulpit that I dearly wish would sit down and shut up, forever.

But despite how deluded or evil that I think they may be, they’re not breaking the law. So, I turn the channel, or the page, or my attention, away. That’s my right.
And the first amendment of the United States Constitution, one of the greatest documents in human history, gives them (and me) the right to sound as dumb as they (we) want.

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Today I bring you a story that almost didn’t make it to print. I am The Kid, the offspring of your normal columnist, and recently back from vacation in Budapest and Vienna.



These days, curious tourists are welcome to tour the labyrinth, with only occasional arrow signs on the walls as guides. Not long after entering, you are greeted with a fork in the road. One side leads towards more of the dimly lit labyrinth. The other heads towards the Maze of Darkness. This section is totally unlit, and your only guide is the rope attached to the wall. By the end, the rope was my best friend. I feel like the rope really understood me.
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This week, cats and kittens, have I got some catnip for you.
What traveler from Egypt, and her relationship with a most royal of royals has thrown our Burg into a tizzy? While this personage’s wife is above reproach, his girlfriend is not.
One of the men rumored to be the next pontiff is known to have at least three children, and possibly dozens more. No woman is safe around the men of this family, and if his daughter invites you to a meal, make sure you brownbag it, or you may not survive to dessert.
Many at court have speculated that a change in religion might be in the offing. Some have said that this slip of a girl has so intrigued the older, but still vital gentleman that he is now worshipping at the church of lust, frustration, and wishful thinking.
We’re assured that these mates are as fearsome and bloodthirsty as the men…I mean the rest of the crew.
And if you have a chateau, have lived in a chateau, or been a guest in a chateau, it would be wise to put down that cake, and get out of town, lest you become familiar with an invention by a certain Dr. Guillotine.
We’ve been told that the buyer, a published author and macaroni and cheese aficionado is in talks with French bigwigs to make a “purchase” that may well change the very nature of how we see ourselves.